The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 817 Waiting for her
"I mentioned it," Bo Yanqing looked at Old Nan for a moment, "She said she was a killer."

Nan Lao was startled, and suddenly burst into laughter, "She said that, so you should listen to it."

Bo Yanqing heard that there was something in the words, and said humbly: "Old Nan, can you tell me more in detail, I really know very little about Jiaojiao."

"I've said enough, if I say more, I will become an annoying little old man. If you really want to know, ask her slowly in the future."

How to ask?
To this day, even the slightest whereabouts are unknown.

Elder Nan stood up, exerted strength on the hand holding the cane, and his arm was stretched and trembled slightly.

Bo Yanqing also stood up and gave a hand.

Before leaving, Elder Nan glanced back and sighed softly: "I know she won't come back this year. There is no news at this time, so it will be difficult to see her."

"You-"

Elder Nan looked at Bo Yanqing meaningfully, didn't say anything, but seemed to have said everything.

In the words just now, Bo Yanqing was explicitly and secretly reminded that Nan Jiaojiao had emotional deficits, he could bear it as long as he could, and if he couldn't bear it, end it as soon as possible.

Thanks to him saying "marry her", Mr. Nan changed his mind a little.

Compassionately sent him three words: "Let's endure."

Elder Nan wanted to leave, but Bo Yanqing sent him out and wanted to leave with him, Elder Nan waved his hand, "Stay here tonight, watch whatever you want, but don't touch her things, and the fishing rod You sent it, it’s very useful, thank you.”

Bo Yanqing nodded, "As long as you like it."

After Mr. Nan left, Bo Yanqing went back to Nan Jiaojiao's room, opened the wooden window, and there was a magnolia tree on the left side outside the window, and the buds of flowers could be seen for the first time, and a few flowers bloomed on the higher branches, but they couldn't block the cold wind. As soon as the wind passed, the petals fluttered like snow.

Bo Yanqing was sitting behind the window, the petals were beautifully set off by the dim light.

until dawn.

When I left, nothing in the room moved.

Maybe there is a diary written by a girl when she was a teenager. Although she is curious, Nan Jiaojiao is not here, and Bo Yanqing respects her privacy.

The morning light at dawn spread a thin layer on the ground. Bo Yanqing stepped on the gravel road and walked to Yanchi's door. Just as he was about to knock on the door, the door opened from the inside.

Yan Chi had a cigarette in his mouth, but he didn't light it up. He was dressed neatly, and his eyes didn't look sleepy at all.

"Got to go?"

Bo Yanqing lowered his hand, "Yes."

"Where are you going?"

The man remained silent for a while, "Go back to Rongcheng and wait for her."

Yan Chi chased her out, "There's no news from anyone, what if she never returns to Rongcheng, you just wait until she's [-] or [-]?"

"Then wait and see. I really can't wait any longer. I'll search the whole world to find her."

Yan Chi clapped his hands, "This is the Brother Yan I know, that's what I should do."

Bo Yanqing gave him a sideways look.

There was no joy on his face, but there was no anger either. Yan Chi's mouth was unguarded, and he became more and more aggressive: "To be honest, Jiaojiao stabbed you and ran away that night. I really can’t hate the girl I used to, since you still can’t let go of her, all the entanglements of love and love will be your business in the future, and I will mess with something in the middle, but you have to listen to what my brother said, don’t let her go If you act impulsively, your own life is the most important thing.”

As he said that, he also intentionally glanced at the wound on Bo Yanqing's waist.

On the first day of coming to Nanfu, the wound burst open. Mr. Nan smelled blood, so he asked a doctor to treat him.

(End of this chapter)